Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 116: what you’re looking at

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ADDICT torn paper and a pinch of pink powder was all that remained of it... He could not go to work. Completely dressed, the bit of cheese and glass of syn- café untouched before him, he faced that dreadful fact with growing apathy. He had no more Tab. But it wouldn’t matter if he had it. The morning dosage was two full tablets. He might be able to borrow that many in time. There was, God knew, no scarcety of Tab. But by the time he got the tablets it would betime tocatch the Commuter. Once he had tried that. He had overslept. He had taken the stiff morning dose on the run. It had been miserable. He had_ literally staggered to work, a howling, snorting, bleary-eyed wreck. They had almost put him off the Com- muter for sneezing in the conductor’s face. At work the factory room had shook with his sneezes. Finally they had had to give him a sedative. He could not go to work without Tab. Once he had tried merely reducing the dose. That was to escape the full fury of his allergic reaction. He had fallen behind on the assembly line practically with the first box. He had not been able to co-ordinate well enough, adjust to tempo well enough, harmonise enough. Besides, he was on pro- bation... No, it was all over now. Some dreadful camp awaited. Some banishment. Away from Shift C. Away from Lilian FOUE os He glanced down at the dead rat. Somehow he did not hate the poor, slaughtered beast. He almost pitied it. It had not even resisted when he pummelled it with his shoe. He remembered a fleet- ing glimpse of its animal face just before he had flattened it with a savage blow. There had been a kind of serenity. The eyes had been soft, the flame of ferocity gone. Tab had done that. The animal had Joved him during that final instant! George Three rejected the thought. No, Tab had killed 115 comicloooks.corn